#moreweaponthangirl

The question is one he hears often, and he always had the same answer for the person that may be asking. He offers her a smile and moves closer to her to offer her a hand for comfort. Sighing, he finally replies, "With time, pain can be dulled, but we must remember the past to keep from repeating the same mistakes. We are more than our pain, we are happiness and anger, excitement and surprise, everything happens for a reason." His smile cracks for a moment, but he breathes and continues, "We might want it to go away, but sometimes we only need friends to help us when it brings us back down."

When she entered his classroom, Wade looked up and grinned from ear to ear. Though he was in his mask as usual, he was getting to the point where he almost didn’t feel like he needed it at the school anymore. Only slightly. There were still little kids that might be frightened by his scars. Turning off toward an invisible audience, Wade whispered, “I don’t wanna make the little kids cry, or you know, throw shit at me. Kids are mean. They have no empathy! I don’t either, but that’s not the point.”